BATLLE (nobody in particular):

(title)My word is James Bond 

Let me bring it/ 
da lyrically infinite/
"DJ, got any vinyl", spin it/
cause no matter what, I hit the target/
my word is James Bond/
I'll spit every minut of the month/
I don't have genius periods/ 
don't have peaks like pyramids/
every second same level supreme/ 
untouchable like the hook of Kareem/
I flex complex/
like RZA tracks/
My rhymes function like the gas called VX/
decapitate necks and rip away confident masks/
of the fake opponents/
sum having nice rhymes sumtimes, but that's only moments/
if verbal abuse was a crime/
me battling you would be considered an act of a pedophile/
you just a embryo compared to a full grown trio/
the trio of the mental, the physical and the spiritual/
you surviving this battle is cut to the minimal/
in fact it would be a miracle/
zteep the lyrical criminal/
coming at you like a comet/
I'll provide ill rhymes, peeps think it be Renaissance sonnets/
crazier then Con Air's/
craziest villain/ 
later laying (/)in bed/ 
hidden insults you'd not comprehend till you dead....
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(title) the Outbreak/Zteep collab

Basically, we rhyme rapidly/
Rapping raps, rhythmically/
Brutally, separating the fit from the fittest/
The lions from the kittens, the sinners from the winners/
How we separate?/ 
We destilate: pumping up the barometer/
Heating up the heater/
These raw MC-eaters has breakfast with bacon and crewleaders/
Lunches with ketchup on top of top-seeders/
To meet us, the residu, the lucky few start sucking up like an Mtv-host
doing a Puffy-interview/
True, it's something I would do, when I was you/
But I ain't, cause when I was you/ 
To be of any social value/
I would volunteer and join a science-crew/
Stand in the queue next to Frankensteins , rabbits and rats too/
A rare experiment which demands certain acquirements/
An assignment, for professors to spent lives with/ 
You fit in, to be the tested, no change to be resurrected/ 
no sanity nor brain activity/
skull is empty, like the infinity/
Back to this B.o.t.M-reunion/
Wich stands immovable, like the financial demands of the NBAplaya-union/
The aspect of this collab is to prevent back-to-back lyrical crap/
The return of true verbal combat….
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continuing rhyme thread:

(title) Hold Up Opening Cerenomy Trompets 

...demolish em like catepillar/ 
the enemy rhymes-killah/ 
like Miller, pressing stress for suspense/ 
But I rise when the stress is reaching sentement/
no room for any weak UN-settlement/
the trend of modern warfare/
which I declare as a large scale truth or dare/
not fair, for the unarmed civilians which are killed by the millions/
that's why I use the old style, homo sapiens to homo sapiens/
lyrical combat/ 
while enemies begin, hold up yo opening-ceremony trompets/
cause they don't stay on long, I play this guy like a puppet/
makin him look intelligent like that muppet, Kermit/
but believe me he is liveless like a mermaid/
in the Sahara....
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(title)Handsign-mode

My aggression causes global-depression/
deathblack is becoming a fashion/
cause I ignite darkness instead of light/
I don't stop, don't let go like pitbull-bites/ 
yo frights in the nights are signs/
I transform them into clear daylight sights/
like you standing next to active dynamite/
you're eardrums can't absorb the flow-blows and explodes/
so zteep switches to handsign-mode/ 
I battle rhyme-computers interacting with the 100 pages of
digital-codes/
supposed you're of any level, this battle would still be crazy like
comparing Sadam to the devil/
I travel through time, back to when spines where bent 90 degrees
compared to vertical lines/
and to the time of the great minds like the Newtons and Einsteins so I
can combine them with mine and I blow right by 'em/ 
connecting headz letting data transport directly like we're twinz in
Siam/
thinking, to get peepz of drugz, stop them of spending every dime to
sniff lime/
my favorite use of time would be to scrape skin of skins/
but I'm not gonna copy their sins/ no punishment cause that's what God
brings/
seeing these stupid mothafuckers walk by like analog robots/
but they are untransformable unlike the Autobots...